The Twink Pt. 02

ONE WEEK AFTER MEETING DANIEL

"I'm really not sure about this Sir."

Daniel looked at me as he pulled a cigarette from behind his ear. Automatically, I knelt and offered a light. A week of living on his bedroom floor and spending every second I wasn't working serving him had already ingrained certain behaviours in me.

"Objects don't have opinions to be sure, or unsure about." he replied, looking back from me to his phone.

My cock strained in its cage. I'd been in it for five days now, and after not releasing for the two before that under his instruction I was feeling absolutely desperate.

I remembered the manners he had taught me. I must always refer to myself as a toilet, cumdump or some other humiliating object, and I must always ask to speak.

"May this toilet ask a question please Sir?" I pleaded, my fear and frustration visible on my face.

Daniel smiled, "yes you can toilet, keep remembering to always ask permission to talk. You aren't really human now, a human wouldn't have tolerated the way I've treated you this week, would they?"

I swallowed and looked down. He was right. Anyone else would have gotten up and told him to fuck off and gone home.

"No Sir." I grovelled, "I'm grateful you allow me even this much freedom."

"HAHA" he replied, almost snorting. "Fucking look at the absolute state of you, ok what's your question dipshit?"

"Could we please delay this Sir, it's so...permanent and I've only known You a week and.."

Daniel held up his finger to stop me. I immediately stopped speaking as I'd been trained to.

"No. Our appointment is in 45 minutes, and it's time we got a move on." he looked down at me, still kneeling before him. "I'll tell you what, I'll let you choose what you get, because you've remembered your manners and asked for permission to speak."

He laughed again.

"Thank You Sir." I smiled, feeling slightly more hopeful.

"You're welcome cumrag." he said, "now you can choose between Daddy's Little Cumdump or....Twink Toilet." Daniel said, laughing hysterically again.

I stared open mouthed at him,

"You know" he said, looking at the shock on my face, "you should really run home, but you won't will you? You'll keep doing as you're told won't you? Obedient little shitstain."

I knelt there, utterly helpless. I just wanted him to be pleased with me.

"No Sir, I won't leave without Your permission."

I considered his choice.

"...I am a Twink Toilet."

"That's my good little victim." Daniel said, placing his palm on the side of my face. I nuzzled into it. "And to think, I haven't even made you lick my asshole yet. You'll get there, toilet."

"Yes Sir." I said. My cock jumped in its cage.

"Now." he continued, "let's go. This tattoo parlour caters to perverts like you, but I think even they'll laugh when they see your cage and you ask for a fucking tramp stamp stating you're a gay toilet."

He could barely finish his sentence he was laughing that much. I felt humiliated beyond belief, but my cock was absolutely in agreement with him.

SIX HOURS LATER:

I closed Daniel's bathroom door behind me and exhaled. I'd never been ao exhausted.

As I sat down on the closed toilet lid I heard the cling film taped to my fresh ink rustle slightly under my t-shirt. My cage clinked on the top of the seat as I opened my flies to look at my tortured and locked penis.

My sitting there considering the insanity of my own existence was suddenly interrupted as Elaine/Princess Jenny burst in, I'd forgotten to lock the fucking door!

"Oh!...haha, hey bitch." she said, eyeing my cage. "Maaaann!" she drawled, "Danny Boy's done a number on you. You know he once made a banker over on Canary Wharf transfer him £10k, then pissed on him and sent him back into his office dripping. But you are something else entirely, I mean my God!"

My face blushed with shame.

"I...may I speak please Princess?" I enquired quietly.

"Pffftttt." she snorted, "you are so fucked if he's got you this compliant after a week. Yes cunt, you can speak."

"Thank You Princess." I replied in relief. "How has he done this to me? I've never been into guys, I wouldn't mind if I was gay but I've never jerked off thinking about guys. There's just something about him..."

I adjusted my cage.

"It's like he's got a hold on me. I just want to please him so much."

"Awwww little David." she chided, the first time my real name had been used in this house for almost a week. "You were already damaged, you wouldn't have paid me those times last year to humiliate you if you weren't. He just recognised how fucked up you are, and he's made you worse to benefit himself."

I nodded. I'd once paid a girl in Birmingham to wedgie me in a department store. That wasn't something well-adjusted people did.

"Look, here's some advice and I'll give you this for free as you were always prompt and polite when you paid me." she said as she took a step back and looked back to make sure we were alone.

"Daniel will destroy your life. He's done it before, albeit not in such a short time as he seems to be doing with you." she added, looking me up and down again. "Or more accurately, he'll make you destroy it yourself. If you run he won't blackmail you or hunt you down, there won't be pics of you sucking dick sent to your work or your mother or anything like that. What he will do if you stay, is make you want him so much that you'll offer all your money, whatever dignity you might have left and he'll make you completely dependant on pleasing him."

She knelt down in front of me. "And once you're all used up and he's bored, he'll start pimping you out to old gay men to earn extra money for him. He's done it before."

I stared. I believed every word and my caged penis did too. I could feel behind my eyes how true this was.

"I don't know what to do Princess." I said, my head now in my hands.

"Yes you do."

My head snapped upwards like a flower searching for sunlight at the sound of his voice. Daniel appeared from around the open door frame next to Elaine, wearing nothing but small white briefs.

"You know exactly what to do toilet." he continued, "you'll do what anyone in an abusive relationship does. You'll stay and protect your abuser because this is all your fault, isn't it?" he asked. A smirk on his face and a semi-hard dick visible through his briefs.

Elaine looked at him and then looked back at me searchingly. She'd done everything she could to warn me. It was up to me now.

I looked back from her to Daniel. I looked at Daniel's cock, and then up into his eyes.

I made my choice.

"Yes Sir. This is all my fault."

Daniel smiled, perfect white teeth visible.

"Good Cunt. And if anyone asks where all your free time and money is going, what will you do?"

"I will lie Sir." I responded.

"Excellent." he said, lightly fondling his semi-erect dick through his underwear. "You'll be seeing much less of your family, friends and you'll only see your mates from work at work now. Understood?"

"Yes Sir." I replied, my eyes locked onto his dick.

He smiled, "it's much easier to turn you into what I want you to be when you're isolated." Daniel took a step toward me, "Now, come here. I need a piss."

"Yes Sir." I replied, crumpling from the closed toilet to my knees and crawling toward him.

"Haha, your manners are coming on well I see." he said, watching me crawl as he pulled his hardening cock out.

"Good thing I really need to go or I'd be almost too hard to piss." he said laughing and looking to Elaine, who rolled her eyes and walked out.

I knew then she considered me a lost cause.

I was glad she was gone.

"...and afterwards toilet, you can just keep your mouth there and suck me off properly anyway."

"Yes Sir." I said, as I opened my mouth.

Before taking his dick into my mouth, my whole body shivered. I looked up at him.

"I love You Sir." I said.

He smiled down and put his thumb into my mouth again. I sucked obediently and gently. "It's not love boy, it's Stockholm Syndrome and the early effects of brainwashing."

I stared up, considering his words.

"By the time I'm done with you, you won't actually be anything capable of feeling normal human love. Your life is over. All you are now is an ATM to work for me, a pot for me to piss in and a cumbucket I'll dump my load into whenever the mood strikes."

My cock raged at his words.

He guided my head back toward his crotch, and I gratefully accepted his penis into my mouth.

"That's it boy" he cooed as he began to piss and I began to swallow, grateful for his taste.

I heard him laugh again.

"Good. Accept your brain damage."

I shuddered with pleasure.